Director Qin imdiately rushed up, "Has the money arrived?"
Zhang ilin frowned in dissatisfaction, but soon relaxed.
Song Guanchao hadn’t deceived him; the money had indeed arrived.
Although he wasn’t sure how he had done it, he was certainly curious, but that wasn’t the point.
He only cared about the result.
He knew he had bet correctly this ti!
He imdiately dialed Minister Zhou’s number to report the good news.
Director Qin, with a grim face, also called Jiang Yuan.
Secretary Sun silently exited the office and dialed Secretary Lu’s number.
The standing committee mbers in the city received the calls.
When they answered, they glanced at the ti; it wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet.
Although they hadn’t connected yet, they already knew the result.
The money, most likely, had arrived.
And it had arrived ahead of schedule.
Once the call connected and they received a definite answer, their moods varied.
So were joyful, so were worried.
So were puzzled.
How had the money co back?
How had Song Guanchao done it?
...
In the interrogation room, the staff of the Disciplinary Committee was about to call Song Guanchao, but his phone rang first.
It was Secretary Xu from the Provincial Disciplinary Inspection Committee.
"It’s Secretary Xu’s call," said the man on the left. Both imdiately sat up straight and answered, "Hello, Secretary Xu."
Xu Wu only said one sentence, "The embezzled funds have been returned; you can co back now."
The man was shocked, "Yes, Secretary Xu!"
After hanging up, the man told his colleague, "Secretary Xu has asked us to return."
"Okay."
The two stood up, turned around, and left without uttering an extra word to Hou Wen.
Secretary Xu hadn’t ntioned whether or not to inform Hou Wen.
Thus, according to the principles of their work, they shouldn’t say anything.
Hou Wen wanted to speak, but the two had already left.
He shouted at the surveillance cara, "I want to see Secretary Song, I want to see him, I’ll cooperate with him!"
After a dozen seconds, the door to the interrogation room was opened again. Captain Hu didn’t co in but just stood at the door, saying, "The embezzled funds have been returned to the treasury account, Hou Wen, you’ve missed your best chance. Rest well now, heh, I hope you can sleep tonight."
Bang.
Looking at the tightly closed iron door, Hou Wen’s eyes were empty, as if he had lost all strength, slumping weakly on the iron chair.
It’s over...
No, it’s not over yet!
I still have a trump card!
He suddenly stood up, shouting at the cara, "I have a case to report, Song Guanchao, I want to see Song Guanchao!"
A few minutes later, Liang Jianfeng entered the interrogation room, "What do you want to report?"
Hou Wen said, "You’re not qualified, I want to see Song Guanchao! If he doesn’t co, I won’t say anything!"
Liang Jianfeng simply responded with a nonchalant, "Secretary Song said he will not see you again. Speak if you want to, or keep it to yourself if you don’t."
Liang Jianfeng turned and walked away, seemingly indifferent to whatever he had to report.
Hou Wen was shocked.
He was a corrupt official!
A big corrupt official who had embezzled 7 billion!
How could Liang Jianfeng, as the Deputy Director, not care about such a high-profile corrupt official having a case to report?
He suddenly felt a profound sense of abandonnt.
Just as the door was about to close, Hou Wen shouted, "I hold a human life in my hands; if you don’t want that person to die, let Song Guanchao co see !"
Holding the door handle, Liang Jianfeng chuckled, "Yao Jinsheng, right?"
Hou Wen’s pupils suddenly constricted, and it took him a while to recover.
"You..."
"Did you think your conversation with Director Qin was very secretive?"
Liang Jianfeng shook the recording pen in his hand, leaving behind a mocking smile, and closed the last bit of the door gap.
Hou Wen felt utterly hopeless.
The last bit of hope was gone.
Regret filled his chest.
He regretted why he had told Director Qin ahead of ti.
He regretted why he hadn’t cooperated with Song Guanchao.
He regretted why he hadn’t noticed the obvious signs from Wang Shujing sooner!
"Secretary, the money has been transferred to the account," Song Guanchao said.
"I received the call," replied Wu Qiangwei.
"Did you talk to the provincial authorities?"
"I did." Wu Qiangwei exclaid, "You perford very well this ti, Secretary Gao just praised you."
"I’m just a small pawn, all thanks to Secretary Wu’s excellent leadership."
Wu Qiangwei rolled her eyes internally, "Get so rest early."
"Hold on," Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, how about coming out for so food? I reserved a table at the stall, and everyone is here."
Wu Qiangwei hesitated, "Who’s there?"
"The main personnel handling the case are here."
After pondering for a few seconds, Wu Qiangwei responded, "You guys go ahead, I’ll skip it."
"Secretary..."
"It’s too high-profile right after the case has concluded."
Song Guanchao felt a bit awkward; he hadn’t considered that angle.
But after her reminder, it did seem a bit ostentatious.
"Then I’ll invite the Secretary alone next ti!"
"No need," Wu Qiangwei said, "I’ll treat you."
"Great!"
After hanging up, Song Guanchao drove to the large food stall.
Cars were parked all along the road, and the stall was packed with people.
Wu Yun, Liang Jiajia, Zhou Qian, Liang Hao...they had all arrived.
Additionally, several policen from the police force were also present.
However, Liang Jianfeng, Wu Xinan, and Captain Hu didn’t show up.
Su Zhengwei wasn’t there either.
These high-ranking leaders shared the sa thoughts as Wu Qiangwei.
A celebration was fine, but they chose not to appear.
"Secretary Song, I’d like to propose a toast," said Feng Hongtao.
Besides the criminal police team, it was Director Feng from Fengjiang Branch who had given substantial support to Song Guanchao in terms of manpower.
They ate and drank, clearly enjoying themselves.
As the al was winding down, Feng Hongtao suddenly slapped his head, "I forgot to report to the Secretary-General."
Curious, Liu Jie asked, "Which Secretary-General?"
"Secretary Chu," replied Song Guanchao.
"Oh." Liu Jie was curious, ’You’re a branch director, what work do you have to report to a Secretary-General?’
Could there be so private connection between the two?
He suppressed his curiosity and didn’t ask.
Feng Hongtao started to make a call, but Song Guanchao stopped him, "Don’t disturb Secretary Chu this late, let Director Xu report tomorrow."
"Oh, okay." Feng Hongtao then put away his phone.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the group erged from the private room.
A sedan pulled up to the curb, and a gentle woman got out and approached, "Secretary Song."
"Here to pick up Director Feng?" Song Guanchao said with a smile, "Director Feng really has a wonderful wife, picking him up so late."
Feng Hongtao, not much of a talker, just kept smiling.
His wife, Huang Yuting, chatted with him briefly before getting into the car with Feng Hongtao and driving away.
Song Guanchao was deciding whether to drop off Xu Xin first or Wu Yun.
But then he saw two cars approaching.
And then, Liang Jianfeng and Wu Xinan each got out of their cars.
They acknowledged Song Guanchao with a nod as a greeting, then asked, "Yunyun, did you drink?"
"Just a little bit."
"Get in the car."
"Oh." Wu Yun glanced at Song Guanchao and pouted.
"Did you drink too?" Liang Jianfeng asked.
"How can there be a celebration without drinking?"
Liang Jiajia looked at Xu Xin and others, just about to say sothing when Liang Jianfeng added, "Let’s go, ti to head ho."
"Oh~" Liang Jiajia was reluctant; she had hoped to spend the night at Song Guanchao’s place.
After getting into the car, she realized her dad hadn’t joined her.
Turning back, she saw her dad talking with Song Guanchao.
When he got into the car, Liang Jiajia asked, "What were you talking to him about?"
Liang Jianfeng explained, "I told him to be careful these next few days, and also, you should stay at ho and not run around."
"Why?"
"I’m worried Hou Wen might have other moves up his sleeve, and I don’t feel safe with you staying over there."
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